Veronesi Rose

Girls lying on concrete disonaurs are facing obsolete neon signs.
Broken, knocked down, abstract, discarded, left there.
The girls are naked, in black and white, static. The neons are coloured, saturated like comic strip boxes.
Prehistoric monsters, mysterious beauties follow and merge with relics of modern cities. Metals, skins and stones collide.
Pages unattached slide and mix to deceive time and order.

First edition of 400 copies, hand numbered.